YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Wes

I walked into the recording studio that morning expecting nothing less than the most awkward encounters with the employees and clients. I was particularly excited, though, to meet Stephanie Kyle. She could sing notes that were excessively high on the staff and played almost every instrument there was. She was a role model and a beauty, everything a guy could want in a girl.

After she brought me around the studio we walked back to her booth, "Just so you know," she told me seriously as she motioned to the cubbies on the side wall, "I have everything in its appropriate place. I would really appreciate it if they stayed there."

"Got it," I told her with a nod, "Should we get started?" I asked her.

"You're working with me?" She asked me hesitantly. I could hear the nerves in her voice, "I don't usually record with new people." She told me hesitantly.

"Don't worry," I told her with a smile, "You'll do fine." She entered the booth and put the headphones over her ears, "We are going to start by singing the song-," I checked the list on the clip board that rested on the desk, "Somebody Like You." I sat down in the rolling chair and put the headphones on.

"That song isn't complete yet," she told me through the microphone.

"Actually," I told her as I reach the sheet music for her new song, "I think you should play the beginning as a horn solo. I think that would come across well." I stood up and walked into the studio, "You see," I walked to her chair and showed her the music, "If you would just play the first two bars of this on French Horn, then sing. I think that would come off beautifully." I flashed her a quick smile and placed the music on her stand, "Can we try that?"

"Give me a few minutes to transpose it," she told me as she lifted her pencil and pulled out a piece of paper with music staffs printed on it.

I walked out of the booth and sat back down in the rolling chair. This was my first project. Something to prove my talent to the boss, "You will finish her new song," he had told me before Steph had arrived at the studio, "And make it good," he said sternly, "That will show me how good you are. You have a week." He had chuckled half heartedly.

She gave me a thumbs up as she finished assembling her horn, "Alright, let's try this," I told her as I turned on the cameras in the room. I hit the record button and she began to play the notes on the page beautifully. Crescendoing and Decrescendoing as the music directed her to. She played with beautiful tone. As she finished the final note of the two bars I gave her the thumbs up, "That was fantastic." I told her seriously, "Now let's try the words."

She stood up and placed her horn back in its case. I played the music and she began to sing. Her voice was beautiful. She stopped singing before the chorus and I paused the music, "That's as far as I got on the lyrics." She told me hesitantly, "I'm still working on it."

I took a breath, "Alright, well let's try something different with the first verse." I sang a variation of what she had sang, attempting to get the words right. She understood what I was trying to get at and I played the music again. She sang it as I had and smiled into the microphone as the words escaped her lips, "Who is this song about?" I asked her through the microphone, "Did you write it about anyone in particular?"

She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. I caught myself wanting to smile, "You aren't really putting enough emotion into it," I said seriously, singing the first part of the song as I imagined it to sound, "The words are going to guide you through the emotions, you have to follow them. It's more than just notes on the page. I'm sure you've heard that before." She smiled, "Try the verse again and this time try to follow the emotions behind the lyrics."

She sang again, beautifully. The emotions came through the lyrics, "Better?" She asked hesitantly and I nodded, "You're a lot more critical than Chasse." She told me, referring to the other editor.

I slightly shrugged my shoulders, "Now let's work on the chorus." I hummed the song and tapped my foot. She exited the booth and sat in the chair next to me, "I was thinking about a groove, slightly speeding the chorus to a point where the listeners will be bobbing their head or tapping their foot, then pulling it back to its original tempo."

She nodded and reached into a bag under the desk, "That's a good idea," she told me, "This is what I have so far for the chorus." She read off the paper as she sang to me.

"Have you thought about making this a duet?" I asked as she finished singing the first few lines of the chorus, "The lyric set up in this song make it perfect for two people." I told her and moved my chair towards her. She handed me the clip board and I thought for a moment before writing a few more words on the paper, "Let's try it together." I told her and motioned for her to start singing. I came in at the ending line and she nodded, admitting that it sounded good.

"We have one week to finish this," I told her after a few hours of working on the lyrics, "We have the end of the song to write, then we have to record." I told her, "We have plenty time to work on this together."